It seemed like a simple gesture, but a terrifying power erupted. The spirit Qi within a few thousand feet was sucked dry and condensed into a huge finger that pointed at Tang Hao.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a loud shout was heard. It was Academy master Qitian. He stretched out his hand, and a huge Golden Palm appeared, slapping toward the huge finger.
"You're a dignified half-immortal, but you're attacking a Dao-severing brat. Do you still have any face?"
"Hmph!" Headmaster Qitian snorted and sneered.
"Hmph!"
Mountain Master war god knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't say anything. His figure flickered and suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he reappeared in front of Tang Hao.
"Kid, stop when it's appropriate!"
"Die!" He shouted and waved his sleeve, sending out a blast of energy. To a half-immortal master, it was just a blast of energy, but to the Dao crusher, it was an extremely terrifying attack.
